Page 76 of It's Not Home Without You

“Care to relive some old memories?” Max asked with a smirk as we turned on Main Street. Lee’s B&B, where Max was staying, was at the other end of the street. I punched him in the stomach. “Some of us can’t handle getting blown and we crash.”

Max grinned. “Baby, your mouth on me and the world fades. Every. Single. Time.”

Seriously, how did I ever get so lucky? As soon as he parked his car, I felt the electricity between us. Humming. Coming alive. Max got out of the car and told me to wait until he could get my door. As soon as I was out, he put his hand on my lower back, guiding me. The place was empty when we came in, no one was loitering in the halls, for which I was glad. I didn’t need to make eye contact with anyone in town who would so know what was about to go down with Max just a few weeks after his failed wedding day.

If Max was as nervous as I was, he didn’t show it. Heopened the door with ease. As soon as I saw the room,I knew Iwas fucked.

Literally.

The room smelled like him, the spicy scent of his cologne filling the air. It smelled like home. If I could feel the thick tension before, I now heard the electricity in the air. We were one spark away from bursting into flames. When we stepped into the room, I threw my bag in a chair. Max closed the door then stood right behind me, his hand moving from my lower back to my waist.

“I think this is what I regretted the most, never having you in a proper bed. I never had that memory to sustain me through the years. I imagined taking you in my car, by the water tower, by the fields, but it never felt right when I imagined you laid before me because it was never real.” Max swiped the hair off my neck and kissed my nape, causing shivers all over my body. I craned my neck, giving him better access. His hands glided down my waist and over the top of my jeans, undoing the top button, but he didn’t pull my jeans down. Instead, his hands went under my blouse, making me feel his body heat as he slowly roamed his way up. My knees shook with nerves.

“I got you, baby,” Max whispered in my ear. His breath on my skin made me dizzy with want. One of his hands was wrapped around my waist while he explored with the other. He stopped under my breast, feeling the lacy cups with the pads of his fingers. Max pinched one of my pebbled nipples, causing my head to fall back. Then he did the same to the other, and my knees almost gave out. Soft little moansescaped my lips every time he nipped me with his teeth and pinched me with his fingers.

“Tell me, baby, how wet is your pussy for me?”

I wasn’t used to Max’s dirty talk, but I could easily become accustomed to it.

“Freya,” he growled, making the vibrations of his voice travel all the way to my aching sex.

“Drenched,” I whispered. “I’m drenched.”

Max made fast work of taking off my bra and shirt. He then turned me so I could face him. I was half clothed, but I had never felt barer, and he had seen all of me at one point. There was something terrifying in letting someone who once knew you see all of you, exposing the grown-up pieces of you that didn’t fit like before.

I took a second to meet his eyes, but when I did, all I saw was a desire for me, and I took a deep breath, easing some of my tension.

“All this time and you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Max,” I breathed.

He pulled me by the hips, so I was pressed against him. I could feel his heartbeat, or maybe it was my own.All I knew was it sounded like drums beckoning us. Lifting my hands, I undid the buttons of his shirt, peppering kisses on his skin as I went. His chest was firm and strong; it made my mouth water. I still had much to learn, much to discover, and I couldn’t wait. When his shirt was off, he picked me up, causing me to shriek.

His chuckle was dark and sensual, and a wave of heatrushed to my core. With ease, Max threw me on the bed, and that wicked grin he gave me made the anticipation unbearable.

“Tell me, who do you belong to?” His eyes never left mine, and I was lost in his lust-filled gaze.

“You. Only you. It’ll always be you.”

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. With ease and precision, he removed my jeans and panties. I got up on my elbows to watch him take off his shoes and socks, and when he dropped his pants and boxer briefs, my mouth parted. I knew he was big, losing my virginity hurt like a mother, and I was sore after he fucked me against the wall, but I’d forgotten how beautiful he was.

“See something you like?”

He grabbed his cock and jerked it. God, my man had moves. I mentally slapped myself; I had to get myself together. Hello, I had to initiate our first time. There was no way I would look lousy now. With my index finger, I motioned him over. Gracefully, he got on the bed, and my heart was ready to beat out of my chest at the intimacy I thought I would never experience again.

Max used his knuckles to trace a path from my collarbone all the way down between my cleavage, stopping to trace the pad of his thumb on each taut nipple. “Fuck, I miss them,” he said before he bent down and took each breast in his mouth. Grazing his teeth on each nipple caused my hips to lift off the bed and my clit to throb.

“I need you now,” I demanded. Max wasn’t as much in ahurry as I was. He kept kissing his way down my body, nipping and licking.

Exquisite torture.

“You’ll have me after I have the taste of you on my tongue.” He bit me below my navel, and ripples of desire spread throughout my body. My legs spread to give him room, and when he growled, I felt it thundering through my aching sex. The lash of his tongue had me moaning his name so loud I feared the people in the next room would hear me. Max kept at it, and when he inserted two fingers in me, I nearly came out my skin.

“Maaax.”

He didn’t answer me, or maybe he did, but I couldn’t hear him. I was ready to go off like fireworks when he sucked my clit. It didn’t take long for me to orgasm. My hips shook, my legs trembled, but Max kept his mouth on me, drawing out my pleasure.

“Still my favorite thing to eat,” he said with moist lips and a possessive look on his face. Even though I was drained, I couldn’t help but laugh.

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